Time's annual ring quietly went to a strange city, the sky suddenly started a light rain, the unknown stone road in front of the eyes, the figure that hurriedly walked under an umbrella, the moment of the side of the face had a sly footprint, some people said: The rain is the tears of the past life. Simply picking up the umbrella and slightly raising the face, let the thoughts of the past world cut and rectify the chaos back to the eyes. In an instant, all the pasts in this life blur the line of sight.
This is a story with no beginnings and no endings. I always believe that the years are remembered. I will record the long-lasting friendship. The encounters that bloomed in that year, the bright memories, filled with pure memories... those The scenery that should have been eternal in destiny is always like a cloud of smoke, leaving only endless thoughts, letting the emotions of memories flood, and the dusty past is once again opened, clear as yesterday, colorful colors, just some people have already Far away, some dreams have already broken.
If you look at the poems of the poems, if life is just like the first sight, know how to cherish, will you be able to miss less of the embarrassment, and we will not be more troublesome, thinking that the road is full of flowers, until one day, gradually drifting away, change Into a sorrow of calmness, there is only one sentence: the most beautiful is not the rainy days of that year, but the eaves that hide from the rain. So, slow down, in this strange city, look at the little happiness that hides under the eaves and no longer belongs to me, just like a similar figure makes the calm heart feel awkward, and then the end It is a distant dream, a dream about you.
Destiny always likes to make some small jokes. When a remote surgery requires the signature of the family, I see a familiar face, and the moment is embarrassing. Is it really you? Is the woman who needs caesarean section your lover? The face of your vicissitudes has traces of the years, the trembling hands hesitate, looked up at me with a mask and asked, "Is it serious?" "We will do our best, keep the adults or children"
Eight months pregnant, go to the bathroom to find bleeding, go to the hospital for examination, cervical cancer. After the consultation, it is recommended that the child first cut out and treat the mother. The hope of cure is great, but the child, the folk saying "seven live and not live" can only put the incubator first, euphemistically explain the condition, treatment suggestions, the mother does not have a moment. Hesitate, I want my children, even if the cancer cells spread, even if the life counts down. In-patient miscarriage, the most primitive treatment, can not use any drugs, but also ensure that there is enough nutrition to provide the child's development.
This is a race between life and death. Time will not give people eternal happiness, nor will it give people eternal sorrow. In the ever-changing medical field, cancer is not completely conquered, but it will not sit still, every time remote consultation, All the examinations are within the controllable range, but they are also ready to operate at any time, to protect the children, and to protect the adults. One month later, under the light blue surgery list, a healthy and beautiful baby girl is landing, pink and tender feet. Hey, on the page of birth, a light click, watching her mother call her daughter, she actually stopped crying, looking around with confused eyes. Perhaps this is the mother and son.
She is actively receiving treatment and chemotherapy has a significant effect. When I saw her holding the child's shot again, I knew that she was gradually recovering. When a person walked through the dark road to meet her, it must be bright.
There is always one person or one thing in the world to let another person put down his obsession. Once pure love has no purpose. Now purely lay down is not from compassion and sympathy. Now I know that your life is very good, your preference, you The responsibility has become an endless concern and distress in your life. To the end, the best love must be accompanied by the souls that are lingering.
When I read a flower, I missed it, and I never thought I would meet it again. When the rain under the umbrella, the future, like a spring and autumn dream, once promised, in a strange city, forgotten to live, avoid the hustle and bustle of the city, find a temple in the deep forest, or the ancient road of the water An old house, a cup of tea, a book, returning to the red dust, whirling the world, bustling, coming and going, letting go, all simple, let the heart clean and secure.
In these few days, the autumn is getting stronger, and the vegetation has the meaning of dying. I look forward to the spring of the next year. I want to think about how old people are going, no more, and life is alive. After all, we must have responsibilities and missions. We should practice medicine every day. It is only a kind of practice. Since we can’t compete for time, we will be committed to the dust. There are still different scenery, everything in the world, Yunjuan Yunshu, those who play various roles, who can be spotless, even if there are some beautiful faults, they finally walked away...
Perhaps, everyone has a story in their hearts. Every time they leave, they have a hidden one. In that year, the rain and the rain, the thoughts and the innocence, were once deep feelings, and the sounds and dusts are different.